grumpyElegy on Amanda 3's lost youth.
January 19th 2008 10:55
I don't know why, but after reading a post tonight I was moved somewhat, possibly because the words reminded me of how I once felt when I was young, possibly also because I know now that such feelings are not truly indicative of the state of our soul, which ever aspires to make us who and what we were born to be.
Sit now, cast back the mind
To younger, different times
Did they ever promise more
Than this stagnant present?
Even then we held the seed
Of today's maturing sadness
It having abuntantly flourished
Through a winter of discontent
Is today any worse, less charged
With wonder, motive or meaning
Than when in yellowing halls
We faded neath the greying gloom
Of boring, desperate education
Or that poverty of love named growth
When our restive spirit wrestled
The mad, mass mind of mammon
Down the grinding years from youth?
Is what we missed then, unawares
Now gone, beyond our reach forever
Lost, in past event's receding web?
Or do threads of discontent still hang
Like cords of hope to grasp and use;
To weave a hero's tale complete at last
Before aging shadows of youth grow dim
And merge with a darkening past.
The dreams remain Amanda; dreams that were there before the world captured your soul, dreams that will come again, that can be made true again. You just have to go back and find them, and then follow them into an unknown future.
Sit now, cast back the mind
To younger, different times
Did they ever promise more
Than this stagnant present?
Even then we held the seed
Of today's maturing sadness
It having abuntantly flourished
Through a winter of discontent
Is today any worse, less charged
Than when in yellowing halls
We faded neath the greying gloom
Of boring, desperate education
Or that poverty of love named growth
When our restive spirit wrestled
The mad, mass mind of mammon
Down the grinding years from youth?
Is what we missed then, unawares
Now gone, beyond our reach forever
Lost, in past event's receding web?
Or do threads of discontent still hang
Like cords of hope to grasp and use;
To weave a hero's tale complete at last
Before aging shadows of youth grow dim
And merge with a darkening past.
The dreams remain Amanda; dreams that were there before the world captured your soul, dreams that will come again, that can be made true again. You just have to go back and find them, and then follow them into an unknown future.
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